As I type this my home looks like the end of the day at a day care center. Toys are strewn everywhere. Chairs slightly tilting, leaning against tables. It's a mess. Annie scampers in, looking at me, now what?
She's three months old. Only three months, I think to myself. I've got a long long way to go.
Now what?
Murphy's day.
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